“You make me wish for everything and nothing more all at once.”

I hope one day your paper cranes grow up in dreams and fly away.

I shouldn’t have to dream of losing you to hold you all closer in the morning.

It may have killed the cat but curiosity is what keeps me alive.

Open your eyes to the bottomless sky that teases omnipresence and know that you are my beyond.

You danced the fine line between graceful and reckless and this is what I wake to wait for.

I spy a life on fire and taken for granted by me.

Needing leave clumsy me – spilling mustard on my sleeve as cover-up for all the talk of love.

You and your sea glass green kaleidoscope eyes have always been my kryptonite.

We’re outsiders- you and I- we could almost be brilliant.

I hope your lemonade tastes like young summers and old times.

Things will change – that’s the best and worst of it.

The world knew it couldn’t break you unless you listened to it talking shit thought and broke yourself.

I dream of you in constellations.

And there in the mirror staring into your shadows eyes red nosed and mascara freckled you’ll recognize yourself again.

Maybe we could begin entwined – not whole – but one again.

Your forever is always worth waiting for.

We fear rejection, want attention, crave affection, and dream of perfection.

They’re gonna try to tell you no, shatter all your dreams. But you gotta get up, and go and think of better things.

We chase dreams and embrace shadows.

Dreamers must dream on as long as the nightmare wakes them up to greet with a bucketful of reality.

If you rescue me from my pipe dreams, I’ll stop smoking fantasies.

Love lifts us high, higher than we ever dreamed. And the higher you go, the higher the fall when it’s over.

But if we could have been together, what would there be to dream of?

Holding a rope full of thorns, dreaming of a rope full of flowers.